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Yeah, I know I got religion |
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It took me away |
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It took me away |
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Yeah, relocating my caddy to the golden highway |
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Getting myself all cracked up on the poppy and pills |
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Cranberry orange vodka spills |
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But I can see those distant hills |
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And this is where I want to be |
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With human of her craft is made |
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Now everything I see like Jesus drafted me |
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Yeah, I dropped myself a penny off the william penn's head |
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Yeah, I watched the fall off the city hall |
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Yeah, I get my pictures ??? in seventy-six |
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Friends of the mind in a jar of the psychedelical kind |
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I won't be kind, I won't rewind |
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The friends that I had played too cool, I cut them off from the fire |
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Now I stopped using picks and not a thing between me and my guitar |
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Now I'm strumming away |
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Everyday when I feel blue I write a strummer for you |
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You yourself have said we can't get an ahead |
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But I said that you have won if we got religion |
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Religion, it's got me in its sway |
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It's got me in its sway |
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Yeah I know I got religion |
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It took me away |
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It took me away |
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Yeah, relocating my caddy to the golden highway |
